Danny is just five years old, but in the words of old Mr Halloran, he is a 'shiner', aglow with psychotic voltage. When his father, Jack, got his new job as a caretaker in the Overlook hotel in the hills, he shifted with his only son and wife Wendy, to live in a floor of the hotel itself. Little did they know that Danny would shine even brighter there. Danny was at awe of the place since they reached there. Every floor of the building had a long hallway with rooms on both sides. But one room became Danny's favourite- room no. 217. There was a specific reason behind this. Danny had a secret friend in that room, a lady in a blue gown.
According to her, she was aged 187; but Danny thought "Grams just wants to boast! she is 87 only."
"But the 100 years of I being a ghost of this hotel counts!" the lady argued.
"Come on grams, you could not even scare me! a five-year-old boy. Don't insult ghosts," Danny argued back.
The lady did not become his friend in a day or two. Rather she tried to scare him on their very first, second, even third meeting. But Danny started training her instead, on how to become a "better ghost"; because, apparently he thought that Grams couldn't do it on her own. He chose his mother as the subject to test the success rate of his training. But Grams was not being able to master the 'art of scaring' even after many failed attempts. Like the other day, she tried shoving off a shampoo bottle from the bathroom-rack when Wendy was taking a shower. But she was not scared at all, rather, annoyed instead. Grams did not notice that Wendy was closing her eyes because of foam, so, she did not even see the violent shoving off of the bottle.
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